Fairy Feng Ling flew through the sky. Whatever she thought of made her face flush again, and excitement sent a faint tremor through her whole body.
She suddenly turned and asked Su Hao, "Feng Wei, how does it feel to fly into the sky for the first time? Aren't you incredibly excited? Hahaha!"
Su Hao's expression did not change. He calmly let Fairy Feng Ling drag him along at a leisurely pace and casually said, "Yes! That's right, indeed!"
Fairy Feng Ling was immersed in her own world and did not notice anything unusual about Su Hao at all.
Su Hao suddenly asked, "Master, where are you taking me?"
Fairy Feng Ling said, "To see one of your grandmartial uncles. Her Daoist name is Feng Yan. Grandmartial Uncle Feng Yan has devoted herself to Formations for many years and possesses extremely profound attainments in that path. She is currently taking a rotation maintaining the Immortal Sect's Eight-Ring Mountain-Protecting Mist Array. It's just right to ask your grandmartial uncle for a few Formation manuals!"
Su Hao said, "All right, I understand. But Master, could you take a look and see whether we're going in the wrong direction?"
Su Hao sensed several Cultivators at the edge of the Immortal Sect, but not one of them lay in the direction Fairy Feng Ling was heading.
A muddled look appeared on Fairy Feng Ling's round face again. "Ah?"
Only then did she raise her head and look around. She suddenly said awkwardly, "Haha! This is fine! The road is easier to travel in this direction..."
With that, she changed direction and flew straight toward the southwest.
About ten minutes later, Fairy Feng Ling brought Su Hao to a stop before a stretch of mist. In a somewhat coquettish voice, she called, "Grandmartial Uncle Feng